The Magnum Opus of John W. Shattuck

I'm just a moth, your a flame and a snap by
the lampshade where they all get high
busy bees on the mouth of the hives
sting harder than the coldest winters

Tell me what's the cause of those weary legs!
Are they what they are because of your slow dance
under the moonlight with the sharpest alpha wolf
this side of the storm has seen?

Love pouring in through the planes
diffuse empathy through a membrane
and return an error in the form good ex friends
This is my useless talent number 99
My head is its owns compass
but the magnet has lost its spin
and the quantum really doesn't make sense.

You are neon flowing through my patterned veins
You are the prophet and I am the capitalist
Wear your racoon suit, I'll get the honeycomb
and this electric feel will exist
I'll swim in those crocodile tears in exchange for
beauty that shines like shark teeth
I hear they dont get cancer...
Well, I hear they do.